The welcoming committee: Kelly, her mom, and her sister. It’s a plaid party, and Santa’s invited. Don’t forget the egg nog.
Welcome to the very first Remember the Time Christmas party, filled with fruitcakes no one is actually going to eat, pervy drunk uncles, and White Elephant gift exchanges! Join Kelly and me as we walk down memory lane and remember some fond past holidays with our beloved Rememberers. Don’t forget to pick up a crushed candy cane at the door. We are nothing if not generous.
First on our stop of Christmases past is Rob from Growing Up On Prytania:
Touched by an angel. I mean Santa. Poor Rob never saw it coming. But Santa couldn’t help it because everyone was a little bit pervy back in the ’60s. Have you seen Mad Men?
Next, let’s say hello to little Amy from Lucy’s Football.
Santa can tell if you’re naughty or nice. He can also tell when you hate him so much that his heart might turn to ice if he touches you. Thus, Amy’s relationship with him has always been as strained has her tight little jaw. BACK OFF, SANTA.
Merry Christmas from Gabi and her family!
Kudos to Gabi for sending us what is, by far, the most normal of all the holiday pictures we received. Well-played, Gabs, well-played.
Kelly and I loved Meredith’s family picture. Who doesn’t love a good photobomb?
Meredith’s parents got all their kids together for a heartwarming Christmas photo, and of course Sparkles the Orange Afro Elf steals the show. Why is his nose so red? I guess an elf’s got to find some way to cope with making ten thousand Dora the Explorer dolls. Someone get the guy some coffee.
Look at adorable little Deanna, all stuffed in a box!
Deanna’s mother asked Deanna’s father for something shiny for Christmas. He misheard her and thought she said something “whiny.” Ergo, toddler in a box. No returns.
Here is CJ from Imperfect Happiness, only two weeks old. *Cues “awwwwwwwwws”.*
It appears that the Christmas tree in the background was only two weeks old as well when it was plucked from its forest abode.
When Stephanie from Drama Happens sent in her photo, she made it very clear that it documents her last Christmas as an only child.
Stephanie: “Wow, I love Christmas. It’s so nice to have all the attention.”
Freddy the Dog: “Yeah, I used to think the same thing before you were born. Oh and by the way, savor that feeling of being the only one because I’ve been smelling around the trashcan a lot lately and I found a pee-scented stick. Last time that happened, you came. Merry Christmas.”
Hey look! It’s little me and my brother Trevor circa 1987!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little brother. Suck it up. I’ve got a lot to tell Santa about, and Reaganomics are at the top of the heap.
Looks like Santa has already visited Anna’s house, and she and her sister both got baby dolls!
As Anna keenly observed, it’s a little unclear why her sister had an actual bottle for her baby doll while Anna had to use her finger. Seems unfair and not the best route towards proper nutrition. (Anna, we agree. Keep your eye on the mail because Kelly and I have a shipment of Dr. Brown bottles headed your way.)
And last but not least, here is four-month-old Kelly:
“Miles to North Pole” my diapered ass. I may only four months old, but I think I know a mug shot placard when I see one.
May you all have a wonderful Christmas that doesn’t even rely on an Instagram filter to give it that nostalgic feel.
Kelly and I are taking a break from RTT for Christmas, but should you like to write a Christmas-related post, feel free to link it up here! The linkup will be open through December 31.